گیت کے بول کے نقاط
ENاصل بول
ترجمہ ابھی دستیاب نہیں۔ اصل بول دکھائے جا رہے ہیں۔
Try to purify
The well of dirty lies
Overflown with deadly sins
An attempt to pacify
With orders to comply
A calm breeze before it all begins
Often wonder why
The don't realize
Why they think I'm in their way
Leave my throne behind
Take on my empty shadows
As I finally - finally - fall from grace
A society without grief
An order with no time for mourning
